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Good Things Are Coming Soon
Escaping out the window, I rest on the roof, chirping like a little bird, soaking up the sweetness of the sun. I write a love song with the harmonising wind, keeping a fragment of your voice inside my inner monologue, for those moments when my body feels like it can’t survive another day without being…
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Iris Bentley – Another Victim Of British Justice
There is a lonely room at the back of the house, an empty chair at breakfast, a path that lays dormant, never walked because he never got the chance. Time stopped when he left, I know you didn’t feel it, but I did. There was a part of me, torn from my soul, separated, tormented…
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Phil Spector Was A Murderer and An Abusive Misogynist
Ronnie sits atop a golden coffin, her heels click a beat on the glass top, talking to rainbows, about barbed wire and bullets that threatened to run down her face like tear drops. She sings a sweet song of freedom, reclaiming the voice that was locked behind golden gates and walls of waiting. Lana lies…
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I Should Not Be Seeing You
Late love, under the stars, under covers, under the influence of how soft your voice is when you’re with me, how soft your hands behave when they’re with me. Midnight rendezvous, tied together, tied up in this mad romance, my veins are clean, but I am intoxicated, eyes closed as you pull me closer, the…
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Car Park Kiss
There have been many sweet kisses, in many sweet places, but the sweetest and most special, happened somewhere so unspectacular. September night, my heart heavy at the thought of going home alone, when you’d spent so long making my world feel full. You made those hours feel like heaven, and as we kissed outside your…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 